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5 There, from the bosom of my God,
1 LORD, I would come to thee, A sinner all defiled;
O, take the stain of guilt away,
2 I cannot live in sin,
And feel a Saviour's love;
3 Among thy little flock
I need the Shepherd's care;
4 Blest Shepherd, I am thine;
Seeking All in God.
1 SOURCE of eternal joys divine,
O, could I say, "The Lord is mine,"
2 My hope, my trust, my life, my Lord,
O, speak the kind, transporting word,
3 Then shall my thankful powers rejoice,
Till heavenly rapture tune my voice
2 O that I knew the place
Where I might find my God,
3 Near to his mercy-seat,
Where grace triumphant reigns,
4 The arguments I'd use
My troubles shall suggest;
5 O Saviour, bring me near;
New life, new strength impart;
Parting with earthly Joys.
1 MY soul forsakes her vain delight, And bids the world farewell;
3 No longer will I ask its love,
Nor seek its friendship more;
Is not within its power.
On things of sense why fix my sight?
2 There's nothing round this spacious earth
4 O for the pinions of a dove,
Tascend the heavenly road:
Repairing to Christ, the Fountain of Life.
1 HAIL, everlasting Spring!
Still they endure,
2 Blest be his wounded side,
3 To that dear source of love,
Our souls this day would come;
Lord, call the nations home;
Nearness to the Lord.
1 WHEN sorrows round us roll,
2 Is there no friend to cheer
3 Though in the gloomy vale
4 This is our utmost wish,
O Lord, that thou wouldst be,
And keep us near to thee.
Deriving Strength from Christ.
All suffering, if my Lord be there;
3 I glory in infirmity,
That Christ's own power may rest on me;
1 NOT with our mortal eyes
3 And, when we feel thy love,
Diviner joys arise;
On wings of faith we soar above,
2 On earth we want the sight
Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight
Trusting Christ the only Refuge. 1 THOU only Sovereign of my heart, My refuge, my almighty Friend, And can my soul from thee depart,
On whom alone my hopes depend? 2 Whither, ah, whither shall I go,
A wretched wanderer from my Lord?
3 Eternal life thy words impart;
On these my fainting spirit lives ; Here sweeter comforts cheer my heart Than all the round of nature gives.
4 Let earth's alluring joys combine;
While thou art near, in vain they call;
5 Low at thy feet my soul would lie;
J JESUS, thy boundless love to me
No thought can reach, no tongue declare;
2 Thy love, how cheering is its ray!
All pain before its presence flies;
Where'er its healing beams arise. 3 0, let thy love my soul inflame,
And to thy service sweetly bind;
4 Thy love, in sufferings, be my peace;
Thy love, in weakness, make me strong; And, when the storms of life shall cease, Thy love shall be in heaven my song.
Pardon and Sanctification.
1 IN vain we lavish out our lives